So I'm about to waste an hour of my life watching "The Bacholorette", or as I like to call it this season, "the cure for insomnia." What is it about human nature that makes us continue to watch TV programs even though they're boring us to tears? All I can figure is that A) I have nothing better to do on a Monday night, B) I really want to believe that some chick who handpicks 25 guys should be able to find at least one who's boyfriend material, or C) that reality TV is about as addictive as Diet Coke. Although the truly correct answer is D) all of the above, I'm going to go with B) because I want to believe in love as Huey Lewis and the News once sang so beautifully. Although the success rate on this series has been miniscule, it did work out for Trista and Ryan so I still hold out hope for another love connection. Maybe it's because I'm a Cubs fan, but I have faith that the chronically single will eventually find their soulmate (at least that's what I keep telling myself). Good luck, Jen and all you single ladies and gentlemen out there!
Lyrics of the day: "Cupid, draw back your bow and let your arrow go straight to my lover's heart for me."- Sam Cooke
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Tsk, tsk. This season of "The Bachelorette" has really been a waste...of everything...our time, TV space, a phat loft in NYC, roses. Everything has been blah except the rug at the rose ceremonies. It has just been pointless, yet and still, I'm there watching every Monday because I just want to see how badly it actually ends. I think we want to have faith that something good will come out of it....hopeless romantics or just utter fools? :-)
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